You are magically transported to a fantasy land full of new characters and dangerous places. Join a group of elite warriors as you try to save the world and find your way home, and who knows, maybe you will also find love along the way - who will yo...
A violent coughing fit rouses Y/n. His empty lungs burn with each ragged breath. He rolls onto his side and his cheek touches cool stone. It smells faintly of earth and rain. Countless lights like overgrown fireflies dance around him. Hushed whispers blend into the howling wind. A low, hoarse voice choked with emotion cuts through the wind and the whispering.
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???: Five years I dreamt of this day... When at last we would be reunited. Yet it seems neither fate nor the stars can keep us apart.
A slight figure clothed in black kneels before Y/n, limned in eerie red moonlight. He takes Y/n's hands, interlocking his trembling fingers with his. His breath is labored.
???: I never stopped looking for you. I never gave up.
He raises Y/n's hand to his lips, grazing his knuckles before pressing a gentle kiss. Y/n's racing pulse fills his own ears, drowning out of his soft murmurs. Y/n's too stunned to react.
???: Oh, how I missed you!
His mouth quirks into a crooked grin.
Y/n: What— oh!
He pulls Y/n into a tight embrace. His body shakes with silent sobs as Y/n pats his back awkwardly.
Y/n: Um, I think there's been some kind of mistake. My name is Y/n. I got teleported here after I touched the Astrolabe and— who are you?
The man's grey eyes snap to mine. His brows jump in shock.
???: You— you're not Rime...
He buries his face in his hands, and stays that way for a while, shoulders trembling.
Y/n: ...Should I say something? I know I should be worried about myself right now, but...
When Y/n opens his mouth to speak, the man groans and hastily wipes at his tear— stained face.
???: Bloody hells.
Y/n: Um... Are you okay?
???: I'm fine. What manner of void fiend are you then? Lich? Revenant? Beholder with surplus eyes?
Y/n: I'm a barista if that's what you're asking.
He pinches the bridge of his nose before muttering softly under his breath.
???: It seems I've made a grave mistake. Very well. Allow me to introduce myself.
Tucking his left hand behind his back, he bows deeply with a practiced flourish.
Felix: My name is Felix Iskandar Escellun. House unaffiliated. Necromancer.
Y/n: Escellun? Like Magister Escell?!
Felix's face darkens and it clicks. That salty glare... it's just like Escell's!
Felix: Tch, he hasn't been called 'Magister' since before I was born. How do you even know that name, barista? You are clearly not from Astraea.
